where is my nest?

It’s already been a couple of days since I left my house.

I’m really surprised I’m not home sick yet. But I guess its only day 4, and at the same time it’s already day four. I’ve pretty much gotten everything together that I can. I registered at this place to let the government know that I’m living in Japan now, opened a bank account and finally got a cell phone. Wow is that shit expensive. Instead of having to pay a certain amount for unlimited texting and calling, it’s all by the amount you do. 21 yen for 30 seconds (yeah…not even a minute) and about 1 yen per text message depending on the size of the file. I cancelled all the extra fun stuff and just stuck with the basics. I don’t want to screw my self over with money when I’m almost 5000 miles away from home. I’m not even sure if the numbers is correct.

I was sitting in one of my favorite curry shops today when this thought came to mind.

I get to eat this whenever I want now. No crappy fast food from the United States and over priced sushi. That seems to cheer me up when I feel down. Food is great for the soul. Wait, Japanese food is great for the soul.

I’ve been pretty good with my spending. I put a decent amount in the bank and kept a little for my self. I thought about keeping 500 in there at all times just incase I ever wanted to go back home, but I feel like I’m making planes to run away. So I put that thought aside and just thought of it as saving. I need to save for that ps3 and ff13. December 17! I talked to my grandma about getting a ferret and she seemed okay with the idea. I rather get a ferret then a ps3 any day. I need some unconditional love from an animal to keep my self motivated. I know my self well enough that with out a furry creature, I might get all bipolar again. Goma was a huge part of my mental health.

Regarding my bipolar. (The doctor only said I showed bipolar symptoms and it was too soon to judge anything, but that was almost 7 months ago. You gave my mood stabilizers too. ) it’s not bad. But I seem to get annoyed with my grandma easily. She keeps putting words in my mouth and volunteering my to things I don’t have any interest in. but I have this guilt when I turn it down or complain about it. I mean, the thousands of kids who died in Gaza won’t be herd if I don’t translate this ridiculously long essay. Or If don’t help feed the old lady, she’s going to die a lonely miserable death.

But ultimately, I’m doing this all to get along with my grandma. She seems to live in a different world then me (her and I both agreed on this) and as long as I do what she says, she seems to be happy. My mom told me that if I keep this up I won’t last long. I can see this now that I’m here.

I’m not going to give up living here just because of my grandma. I’ve already decided that I’m destined to live and work here as an English teacher. Little things keep popping up that make me believe in this, and in fate.

I met these two nice ladies on the air plane on the ride up. I sat by the window, and the lady who sat next to me, her name was Jyunko. The lady next to her, Yoko. Jyunko and I talked the most because we where right next to each other, but mostly because she kept tapping me on the shoulder when I was trying to watch my movies. At first, it was pretty annoying. But I had a beer and talking seemed to pass the time faster then watching Transformers 2 from the middle. ( My video player was broken ) She seemed really intrigued by the fact that I looked completely foreign but had no accent. At the end of the flight, we traded phone numbers, and she said she would contact me to find a decent school because she knows many professors in Japan. Today she called me like she promised and introduced me to one of her professor friends to discuss my plans for the future. The school that professor teaches at is a school for foreigners who aren’t really familiar with Japanese. I already have the speaking down, some what, and now just need to be able to read and write at my age level. This school should also be helping me get on track to become a teacher. Meeting that lady on the airplane was extremely lucky.

I wrote too much. Time for bed.

Ps

Excuse the horrible grammar…and spelling

pss

I forgot all my socks back home

playing with the exposures on the bus.

2 second exposures @ 80 iso